Work Of Art Poem by Sylvia Alva

Work Of Art

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None of us ask to be born
Why were we brought
Into this world
A world full of hate
A world full of anger
None of us like living this way
As the blood drains
From my body
My slit wrist
Tells a sad story
At first glance
I'm so beautiful and charming
That's just a front
Deep down inside me
Lives all that is evil and dark
I used to love
I used to dream
My smile is what defined me
As time went on
My smile became a frown
Love no longer existed
A black whole was left in my heart
My soul was lost long ago
Everyone in my life
Turned out to be fake
Loving only themselves
Thinking of ways to escape
Became the reason
I woke up everyday
The dark red blood stains
Remind me of all the times
You didn't want me around
Of when you kicked me
Out the house
The longer I stare
The more I hate
I wish the hate would go away
It won't be long
Till I'm gone
Everything I ever did
You said was always wrong
You never complimented
Anything at all
My brother and my sister
Seemed to make you happy
It was only when they came
That a mother you became
You were always there
When they needed you
I never heard you tell them "NO"
Wasn't hard to see
That you didn't love me
As my life ends
I hope in yours you smile again
"The world will be a better place"
Was what I heard you say
Those words replay over and over
In my head
I promise you soon
That will come true
All is lost and never won
I'm not trying to hurt anyone
This was not
What I wanted in life
Anger and hate determined
My fate
Holding my feelings inside
Brought upon a frightful gift
I picked up a brush started to paint
Painting away all of my pain
Along with every single memory
I only hope you understand
The meaning of my art
I hope you see
What an amazing artist I can be
Metaphorically speaking of course
I found an escape
In this canvas that I use to paint
This canvas is my best art work yet
It holds every secret
It carries my pain
It tells the story
Of the little girl who went away
How she wasn't insane
How she lived her life in vain
It's sad to see it's me
My body is my masterpiece

Work Of Art
Monday, September 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: confusion,hopeless,sadness,suicide
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jazib Kamalvi 04 September 2017

A great start with a nice poem, Sylvia. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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